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thelibrarychris replied to your photo: “Don’t be a hero, ladies and gentlemen.”
You dead?
No, actually! It was Adam’s character. He got hit by a truck.
I ended up making it out alive thanks to a shovel I picked up early in the game! That shovel disarmed many, many bear traps, killed several demons, and one innocent farmer.
Oops.
I was killed by a random uruk named Dûsh. Now I have to contend with a commander named Dûsh. Dûsh the Flesh Render. Dûsh.
So far, not much has happened (other than me loading up on a bunch of junk, including like, 50 free pens) but I DID get to try out the new Guitar Hero and while I still think Rock Band 4 is yoing to be infinitely better, GHL has potential if only for a cheap laugh. Probably not a $75 buy, but there you go.
We finally got fully moved in to our new house just in time for me to leave for conference. I'm at the airport, waiting to board to head to the city of sin in which I will be the most boring tourist for the third time in the past five years. Woohoo!
Sometimes, my wife talks in her sleep. And sometimes, I like to talk back. These are those stories. While I was typing up ghat last story, this happened: Her: *Sits upright rather suddenly and stays that way for a few moments* After waiting for her to say or do something else, I finally ask: Is something wrong? Her: Oh, I thought I lost you. Me: Oh... well I'm right here. She lays back down and puts her arm around me. Me: Is it because I'm on the other side of the bed from you? (We switched positions for the first night for reasons) Her: That must be it. Me: It's not like I was lost in the woods or anything. Her: Yeah, you would die. Thanks for the vote of confidence, love.
Sometimes, my wife talks in her sleep. And sometimes, I like to talk back. These are those stories. For anybody who hasn't been payimg attention, my better half and I have been trying to buy a house for the past several months, and the process has been an absolute nightmare of stress and anxiety. But today, we finally closed on one and (thanks to the help of my amazing family and awesome friends) got mostly moved in. My wife, Penny, went to bed early as she had to open the next morning. When I finally got to bed too, she rolled over and asked me a very interesting question. Her: Did we get the house? Me: Haha, of course we did, sweetie. Her: And what about the bear cave? Me: ... Whaaat? Her: Did we get the bear cave? We can't put them in the garage, it's too hot Me: Oh, yeah, that makes sense, they would die. Her: Yeah. I hope we got it. Me: I'll ask Cheryl (our realtor) tomorrow. Her: Ok, thank you. Me: You're welcome. How many bears do we have again? Her: I think two Me: Oh yeah. What were their names? Her: I can't remember. Me: Well, can we ask them? Her: Yeah, I'll do it in the morning.
